The Rise of the Dematians: An Epic Mage Fantasy Adventure (Legend of the Ecta Mastrino Book 4) by BJ Hanlon

Author:BJ Hanlon [Hanlon, BJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

It was dark and freezing outside but dawn was only a short time away. Edin was still unable to move, though he could feel his body again. At one point, he got a finger to twitch and rocked a foot, but that was it.

They made a sort of stretcher from one of the benches and added flexible skis to the bottom. Then they tied Edin to it. Henny pulled arm straps around his shoulders in a way reminiscent of the yokes they’d use on the farm.

They set out just as the sun rose and climbed the soft eastern slope of the col. It was slow with both Yechill braking the snow and Henny pulling. Arianne took up the rear with Edin being carried like a feeble geezer while staring back at her.

As they rose, Edin looked at the darkened huts and wondered if any human would ever look upon this quaint village again. The dematians were coming, demons that had a powerful object.

Edin remembered the boom and the vibrations in his body.

Now, they were running. Fleeing east again much like his flight from Yaultan.

The air felt clean, cold, and fresh. They crested the hill and began straight east over an open plain. The orange sun was rising casting a blinding glare on the iced mountains to the north. The plain they were crossing was a long narrow field where the tribesmen did a bit of farming.

They stopped about an hour in and switched. Then again an hour later. Each time they waited about fifteen minutes just to unhook the makeshift straps of the sled, set Edin down and then attach it to the new person. Or mule.

The sun continued to rise and after a few hours, he began to see the forest and far beyond, the landscape that tumbled and rose for leagues. He could see vast distances of trees and mountains and flats.

They slogged along, it was a smooth and warm ride and Edin was comfortable except for the random bump. At Edin’s feet near the bottom of the sled, much of their wares had been stowed.

The group carried only their weapons on their persons.

Edin was feeling worthless, he hated not doing anything. The doldrums, that is what his mother had called it when he was excessively bored and lazy.

He slept for much of the day but there’d been little progress. Sometime near nightfall the forest had surrounded them again. Mountains grew closer to them and were nearly straight up like huge cliffs. They towered and, in some parts, the snow seemed to hang precariously above them. If those huge glaciers decided to let loose, they’d be buried beneath thousands of pounds of snow and ice.

They camped on the lee side of a tall berm. There were small blades of still-green grass poking out from a soft covering of snow like fish during the rainy season.

It was too cold not to have a fire and Dorset had brought along a homemade unending torch that they carried in case wood could not be found.

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